Later that day, I knock on my neighbor’s door, a bottle of wine in my hand and some newly bought flowers. It’s late afternoon and I’ve come to see Debbie as we agreed, but I want to know what’s going to happen tonight. Considering my recent affair with Debbie’s eighteen year old daughter, I feel like a fraud, which is understandable. What’s especially embarrassing is that just this morning Debbie’s beautiful and sexy daughter was sucking me off passionately. So I’m worried about going over to my neighbors for dinner.
My worries were put to rest when Debbie opened the door and let me in. Regardless, Debbie was naturally beautiful, and her daughter Cindy inherited her mother’s gorgeous blonde hair and blue eyes, and wore light makeup and sexy outfits.
She wore a low-cut dress that clung to her curvy body and accentuated her shape, stopping just above her knees to reveal her long, stocking-covered legs. I wish I had spent more time dressing up tonight, but I was decent enough to at least put on a clean shirt.
I had a momentary worry that Debbie would seduce me while her husband David was away, and I knew starting a relationship with Debbie would be very complicated. She was married and I fucked her daughter and I couldn’t keep this a secret from each other. It’s a shame, because if she were single, I would be dying to sleep with her. But not in these cases.
“Hi Chris, glad you could come,” he greeted me, and we greeted each other as he invited me inside.
I took the drink she handed me and stood awkwardly in her well-arranged kitchen, trying to make normal conversation with her while she finished her meal. I remembered that Cindy was going out with friends tonight, so at least I didn’t have to deal with Debbie and her daughter at the same time.
Debbie set the table for the two of us in the adjoining dining room and I helped her carry the delicious food into the room. She seemed to have trouble with the fancy bone china plates, sparkling wine glasses, a bottle of chilled wine, and even the couple of candles in the middle of the table.
“You shouldn’t have gotten into this trouble,” I said, pointing to the table.
“Chris, you deserve this for everything you’ve done for Cindy.”
This comment gave me pause as I sat down. How much does Debbie know about what I did to Cindy? Does she know I slept with her daughter? Maybe Cindy and I don’t need to keep it a secret. I didn’t do anything wrong: we were both lonely.
“I’m glad I could help,” I replied vaguely.
As soon as we both sat down, Debbie continued, “Yes. She said you gave her some great advice about relationships and that you were a perfect gentleman when she was feeling down.”
Gentleman? Like a dirty old man.
Debbie added: “David and I are so grateful for everything you’ve done for her. We think she was worried about being pressured by her peers to sleep with men, and, you know, she was brought up to resist that temptation.”
I exclaimed in surprise: “Of course it’s okay to sleep with the right guy! She’s eighteen.”
“Oh, no, not Cindy. David has made it clear that she must remain a virgin until marriage. Cindy knows better than to disobey my husband or she will be in serious trouble.”
Suddenly I was more worried than ever. Even though Debbie didn’t know about my time with Cindy, I tried to defend myself:
“Surely the bride doesn’t have to be a virgin these days? You know, life has moved on.”
“Don’t let my husband hear you say that, Chris! Anyway, I was protecting myself before I got married, and it won’t hurt me,” Debbie said aloud, a little too seriously, as if convincing herself. “I was a great friend, and not just me. I wanted to know about Debbie’s parenting and her own needs.
“Anyway,” she continued, “it’s nice to have good friends over while David and Cindy are away. How about a drink?”
She poured some wine for both of us and we began to eat this simple but surprisingly delicious meal. Slowly we both began to relax, sitting next to the beautiful Debbie in the light lit by flickering candles, and as we chatted, our attraction to each other seemed to grow. She laughed at my jokes and in return I complimented her cooking, her home and even her choice of clothing.
Soon she started flirting openly and I realized that this could get tricky if I wasn’t careful. I’ve already slept with my daughter and if something happened to Debbie it would be very complicated. Of course, she is married, although judging by some of her comments about her husband, it seems that all is not well in the married life.
Debbie kept drinking throughout the meal but I kept drinking slowly, occasionally raising my glass but making sure I didn’t drink too much. I knew that if I got too drunk I wouldn’t be able to resist Debbie’s increasingly obvious advances, and I didn’t want to let my cock do the talking. My goal now was to find an excuse to leave early after dinner.
I’m not quite sure why I turned my back on Debbie – it’s not in my nature to turn down any opportunity for sex – but I had to focus on her daughter and how I was losing the chance to have her young body again. I’ve noticed more and more alcohol affecting my morals as I’ve given up on the idea of turning down Debbie just because she’s married.
Refocusing on the conversation I realized I was having an internal moral debate and agreed to have a cup of coffee after the meal.
As Debbie stood up to get her coffee I was looking at her beautiful curves in her tight dress and as I watched her walk I couldn’t help but notice how lovely her ass looked. I helped clear the dirty dishes from the table and took them into the kitchen where Debbie was making coffee so I could take another look at her beautiful body.
Even though I offered to help, she insisted we wouldn’t clean the dishes and we walked into the living room with coffee in hand. She was a little unsteady on her feet, probably because she had drunk too much alcohol overnight.
We sat on the couch and I adjusted my position so I wasn’t too close, but I couldn’t help but notice that Debbie’s skirt had hiked up to her thighs, showing off more of her lovely long legs. The weird thing is that I’m with a beautiful woman who obviously wants to lead me on, but I’m trying to resist. I began to wonder why I was trying to resist. Debbie wasn’t the only one who had drunk too much.
Maybe I should just let the night go by and sleep with him?
As we sat on the couch chatting, I looked at her and saw mixed emotions in her blue eyes. Maybe it was the drinks, but I felt a mix of desire and sadness, like she wanted me but at the same time wasn’t sure. Should I encourage her? My cock clearly thought I should.
“Can I ask you something personal?” Debbie whispered, looking away and folding her hands in her lap.
“Of course,” I replied.
“Do you feel lonely when you are alone?” Without giving me time to answer, she added: “Even after being married and having a daughter, I still feel lonely sometimes. Cindy often goes out with her friends these days, and David often works late and even travels like this weekend.
I could see Debbie trying to hold back her tears as she kept looking at her hands clasped at her feet. Well, here’s my chance, but it still doesn’t feel right.
“Well, it can be quiet sometimes, but I have a lot of friends,” I tried to answer her question neutrally, “and I have a great neighbor,” I finished, finding myself leaning in and placing a comforting hand on my shoulder.
When I touched Debbie she looked at me and I could see her whole face light up in a big smile. It was as if she suddenly decided that she wanted to be happy at all costs, because of my innocent touch, which was not my intention. The tears had disappeared from her eyes and her beautiful face was filled with longing. She moved a few strands of blonde hair away from her face, an action that subtly aroused my excitement.
“Thank you, Chris,” said he, still softly, but now without any sadness, “you’ve been a good neighbor, too. I’m lucky to have such a friendly, helpful, and charming man. I hope we’ll get to know each other better. All wasted time.”
Now things were getting out of hand and it was clear that Debbie wanted me. This may be because she felt lonely without her husband, and too much alcohol was motivating her feelings and behavior. My body was responding to her sexy body and her desire for me, my cock was throbbing seeing her voluptuous figure inside her tight dress. The skirt was covering the soft bulges of her breasts and the wide curves of her hips as she sat in front of me. Although I was not sure it was the right thing to do, my cock started to grow big.
I had to find a way out of this dilemma, and I looked at my watch and said, “Sorry, Debbie, I have to get up early tomorrow and I must leave soon.”
Debbie looked at me, hesitated, and then said, “That’s too bad, considering how well tonight went.”
She stood up, smoothing her skirt effortlessly, her hands tracing her curves, then turned to me, “How about finishing with a dance?”
I stood up, momentarily taken aback by the suggestion, but decided it was harmless and that I could resist him, especially since I had already decided to leave as quickly as possible.
I didn’t really pay attention to the music that was playing because I was too busy thinking about how to respond to Debbie’s proposals. A slow song was playing, and despite the unusual request, I nodded and opened my arms.
Debbie smiled in a way that connected with my hardening cock and walked towards me. She looked amazing as she came closer, and I cautiously held her in my arms, trying not to get our bodies too close. Debbie had no such objections and she settled on me instantly and my heart, my cock jumped as I felt her full breasts pressing against my chest. She put her head on my shoulder and I took a deep breath, and although her breath still smelled of alcohol, my senses were filled with the intoxicating scent of her perfume.
We slowly swayed to the music, my hand gently caressing her back. Slowly she came closer and I felt her relax against me. I was acutely aware of her hips pressing against me and my hard length pressing against her through our clothes. It may have been my imagination, but I thought I could feel her nipples hardening against my chest. As one song ended, another began and the room was once again filled with melodious music.
Although I knew full well it was wrong, my willpower was melting so I tried one last time to restrain myself. I let go of Debbie and whispered in her ear, “Excuse me, Debbie, I need to use your bathroom.”
Debbie was unfazed, clearly enjoying our slow, sexy dance, but she told me where I could find the bathroom and let me go. The smell of Debbie’s perfume and alcohol lingered in my nose as I hurried to the bathroom and closed the door.
I had to make a decision now. Should I sleep with Debbie or should I get out of here? My mind said leave, but my cock screamed stop. I knew that, despite my attempts to control myself, I had drunk too much and was losing my mind.
Who am I to refuse a woman asking for sex? I didn’t seduce her, she came to me, so it’s not my fault. I’m so horny, I need her now.
Having made this decision, I finished showering in the bathroom and returned to the lounge with my neighbour Debbie.
When I walked into the room I couldn’t believe my eyes: Debbie was lying on the couch, apparently fast asleep. She rested her head on the couch arm and folded her legs up to accommodate. She didn’t respond when I whispered her name. Apparently, she had already fallen asleep after eating enough food and drinking.
So what should I do now? I was so horny when I decided to give in to my lust for Debbie, but now she was sleeping on the couch. Should I just leave or wake her up and tell her I’m leaving. I figured sex was out of the question now and I’d have to deal with my arousal issues later.
Perhaps Debbie was not fully asleep yet and it was advisable to wake her up before I left, so I went closer to her, leaned close to her ear and repeated her name a little louder each time. There was a slight movement, but her eyes were closed and her breathing was slow and steady, indicating that she was asleep. To make sure she was fully asleep, I reached out to touch her shoulder and at that moment I felt the fear of my life.
“What are you doing, Mr. Matthews?” said a voice from behind me.
I stood up abruptly, turned around and saw Cindy standing there, looking at me curiously.
“Umm, nothing,” I said defensively, and then I realized I had done nothing wrong. “Your mother is sleeping,” I continued.
“Nothing special for your company, Mr. Matthews,” Cindy smiled, but before I could protest, she continued. “Don’t worry, that happens when she drinks too much.”
As Cindy walked past me to see her mom, I caught a whiff of the sweet scent.
“Yeah, she’ll sleep for hours and when she wakes up, she’ll have an unbearable headache. She can’t drink alcohol,” he laughed, “and she calls me immature!”
Cindy looked at me and said, “Can you help me put him to bed?”
I am distraught. Flirting with Debbie, alcohol and the presence of beautiful young Cindy made me horny beyond control. Cindy bent over checking out her mom and I got a good view of her lovely ass which was almost hidden by the rise of her skirt. As she looked at me, her legs slightly apart, her beautiful young face and provocative posture forced me to make the inevitable decision.
“Cindy, you help me, then I’ll help you.” I replied with a smile.
Cindy stood up straight and turned around and I felt the blood rushing to my penis looking at her sexy body. She was still wearing the short yellow skirt and low cut top that she wore when she gave me a blowjob today.
I wondered if I had gone too far: just because I was sexy and sensual didn’t mean Cindy was the same way. Especially since she just arrived, I had no idea how she felt.
However, she did not seem upset or surprised by my request, she simply smiled at me and replied, “Okay, Mr. Matthews, it will be so.”
“Great.”
“I was just thinking, Mr. Matthews, I hope to see you again soon, but I didn’t expect it to be so soon.”
Cindy took a few steps towards me in her bare feet, she knelt on the carpet in front of me, still staring at me seductively with her deep blue eyes. I was startled but couldn’t move as Cindy reached down to undo my panties and pulled out my hardening cock. She looked down and I saw her face glow as she gently stroked my cock with her delicate fingers, tracing its length and letting it slowly harden.
I can’t believe how much Cindy has changed since that night earlier this week when she came to me crying, not sure if she wanted to sleep with a guy. Now, here she was, practically worshipping my swollen cock. What did I do to her?
Then any doubts about what I was asking her to do were dispelled when she leaned forward and began running her soft young lips over my cock. She sucked gently, bobbed her head up and down, and slid her lips up and down my shaft. Soon I was fully hard in her mouth and she sucked me a few more times before letting my cock slide out of her mouth and she stood up gracefully.
“Ready?” she asked, winking at me. Cindy gently stroked my cock and walked to the back of the couch where mom was sleeping. I walked up behind her and stood behind her while she bent over and leaned against the back of the couch.
I looked at her curvy ass, put my hand under her miniskirt and pulled her panties down. When they were gone I lifted the edge of her dress revealing her lovely naked cheeks.
I bent down and gently caressed her ass, then lowered myself and ran my fingers into her young pussy. She moaned softly as I ran my fingers over her sensitive clit, then I gently teased her labia with my already wet fingers. She was very smooth and I gently inserted my finger into her wet, tight entrance. My heart beat faster in anticipation of where my cock would go following my fingers. I was amazed at how tightly Cindy’s pussy clenched my fingers. I slowly inserted my fingers into her, teasing her young pussy, which brought quiet moans of pleasure from Cindy’s mouth.
I pulled out my slick fingers, grabbed my thick cock and lined it up with the wet entrance to her pussy. I love that moment when you stop, about to enter a hot, tight pussy, and you know there is nothing but pleasure.
I was about to break in to Cindy when I heard her mother’s voice and I was stunned.
“Oh, hello, Cindy, I see you’re home,” Debbie said vaguely. “Do you see where Chris is going? I think I may have had a little too much tonight. I hope I didn’t upset him.”
Cindy looked at me and then back at her mom, “I think Mr. Matthews is happy with it and I’ll make sure he is. Oh oh oh.”
Cindy screamed as my cock ripped through her labia and penetrated deep into her tight, wet cunt. Her beautiful sexy ass pushed me back and I slowly started to caress her young body.
“Cindy, are you okay?” I heard her mother ask sleepily.
“Oh, yes,” Cindy replied as I fucked her from behind. “Yes, I’ll be fine. Mom, go back to sleep.”
I grabbed Cindy’s curved hips and increased the speed of my thrusts, ramming my cock deeper into her tight body with each thrust. I looked down and watched my long, thick cock sliding into this beautiful eighteen-year-old girl’s passionate pussy, and each time I pulled out I saw my cock being dipped in her glistening juices.
I couldn’t stop myself from caressing her ass, running my fingers between her smooth ass cheeks as I pushed in. Cindy gasped as I fingered her sensitive anus, then she moaned loudly and I pushed her pleasure over the edge for another time.
Our wild antics caused Cindy’s miniskirt to fall down, once again covering her shapely buttocks. I pulled it up again, exposing our fuckers, and grabbed Cindy’s waist, giving me the opportunity to thrust hard into her sexy body. From this position I could push my cock deep inside her, my hips slapping against her soft ass as I felt my cock penetrate her.
I heard Cindy cry out quietly, which I knew from last time was a sign that she was close to climaxing. There is nothing sexier than knowing you are about to make a beautiful eighteen year old girl cum.
I fucked her harder, Cindy’s sounds grew louder, and suddenly she was panting and I had to hold her convulsing body to keep her from pushing away. I could also feel the waves of her arousal, pounding my cock deep into her pussy. Cindy pounded hard on my thick cock, her body twisting uncontrollably.
The feeling of her tight young pussy on my erect cock had a natural effect on me and my balls began to tingle with anticipation of release. One last thrust brought me deep inside her sexy body and a moan escaped my mouth. A stream of cum shot out of my hard cock and shot deep into Cindy’s hot pussy. When she realized that I had cummed inside her, she moaned louder again and pushed me back. Pressing her tight ass with my hips I shot my cum inside her, Debbie teased her for hours and made sure that her daughter had a big load of me.
